I was sitting on my windowsill, back at the Burrow, thinking about what Hermione had said to me a couple of days ago. The words 'he would have wanted you to move on with your life' kept playing around in my head. I had tried, at dinner I had been more cheerful, I didn't wince every time I heard Harry's name, I even managed to look through old photo albums with Ron and Hermione that were full of pictures of Harry without shedding a single tear. Maybe Hermione was right, maybe I should try to move on, to not be so sad all the time.

But still, I didn't feel it was right. Every time I was left alone with my thoughts they drifted to Harry, the last time I had seen him, the last time he smiled at me- wait, I couldn't remember the last time he smiled at me. 'Damn memory' I thought bitterly.

I heard a small knock at the door.

"Can I come in?" it was Hermione again. I walked across the room and opened the door. She walked through the doorway and into my room, where she sat down on my bed and beckoned me to come and sit beside her, so I did. She looked over at me and said, "How are you doing? You seem a lot happier than the last time I saw you."

"I was thinking about what you said," I answered, "and I think you were right and wrong at the same time."

Hermione nodded, "How so?"

"Well, you were right about the part were I should move on with life, it definitely made me a lot happier, but you were wrong about that at the same time…does that make sense?"

"Not really, but I'm sure it will if you explain it to me."

"O.K., well, I like not being sad all the time, but there's this part of me that feels guilty, like I'm insulting his memory, now does it make sense?"

She nodded, "Yes, now it does, but think about it this way, don't you think it would be more of a insult to his memory to just sit around, mourning, I mean, if anything, that's worse, in my opinion."

"I know, it's just so hard."

"You'll move on, I know it's hard, he was one of my best friends." She shot a sympathetic look at me and left the room.

I sat in silence for the next few moments mulling over my thoughts. I made up my mind. I was going to move on, I wasn't going to let my life waste away. I made my way out of my room and down the stairs into the living room where Ron, Hermione, Fred and George were sitting discussing the twin's latest products.

I plastered a huge smile on my face and plopped down on the couch beside George, "Hello, how's it going? Hermione, I just LOVE that shirt you have to tell me where you got it! George, love the hair-do. Well nice speaking to you, have a nice day!" and with that I stood up and left, leaving a lot of confused people in my wake.

When I got to the kitchen I broke down laughing, that was the best way I could think of to make myself laugh and to creep the others out at the same time. I started laughing even harder when I heard Ron ask Hermione, "What have you done to her?"

This was going to be fun.

I retired to my room after a long day of freaking out my family. I grinned at the look on Charlie's face when I had told him how much I enjoy his mashed potatoes, and what fun it would be if we could go pumpkin picking later on in the week. He had just looked at me as if I'd gone mental and said in an unsure voice, "uh…okay…" I just clapped him on the back and said "There's a good chap, well, cheerio, ta-ta, bye-bye!"

A sudden thought came to me, 'while I was in this good mood, I didn't think about Harry once!'

I once again heard someone approaching my room, but this time it wasn't Hermione standing in the doorway. Fred, George, Bill, Charlie and Ron filed in to my room and stood in front of me straight-backed in a signal file line. I quirked an eye brow at them, "You look like army sergeants."

"We need to talk." Said Bill seriously, ignoring my last comment.

"Apparently you act like them to." I muttered.

"First of all," carried on Ron, once again ignoring me, "why are you so damn, freakishly cheerful?"

"What do you mean?" I questioned innocently.

"What do you mean 'what do you mean'?"

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean' what do you mean?"

"What-"

"Shut up the both of you!" cut in Charlie angrily, he rounded on me, "We know something odd is up with you, and we're going to find what."

I looked expectantly at Fred and George, waiting for them to say something, "Well don't look at us," said Fred, "I personally have no problem what so ever with this cheerfulness of yours."

"In fact we much prefer this to the old, grumpy, Ginny." Finished Fred.

"I was not grumpy!"

Fred just snorted, "What ever you say, sis."

Ron said, "You just wait, we'll think up a plan-"

"Don't hurt yourself." I grinned.

"Fine, be that way." They all left my room, and I flopped down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I heard the boys telling the other occupants of the house (who, like Fred and George, didn't mind my cheerful behavior at all) about our little chat. I just grinned at my self, and suddenly I felt very drowsy, so I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up what must have been a few hours later. It was pitch black out side, except for the small light on the porch, and every thing was eerily silent. I wasn't tired anymore so I decided to go make my self some hot chocolate. I worked my way down the stairs, jumping over all the ones that creaked, and entered the dark kitchen. I turned on some lights and I boiled some water with my wand. When the hot chocolate was ready, I slowly sipped it.

I heard a loud thump outside. I jumped, dropping my hot chocolate in the process, causing the class mug to shatter. I stood frozen in fear when I heard shuffling on the front porch. I ran into the living room and grabbed a fire poker from the fireplace. I slowly crept towards the door, when I heard someone knock on it. I opened it slowly and dropped the fire poker I was holding in surprise at who was standing on my doorstep.

Standing there in blood stained, tattered robes, was Harry.